Speeches (Lines) for Bardolph
in "Henry V"

Total: 16

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1

II,1,508

(stage directions). [Enter Corporal NYM and Lieutenant BARDOLPH]

Bardolph. Well met, Corporal Nym.


2

II,1,510

Nym. Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.

Bardolph. What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet?


3

II,1,518

Nym. For my part, I care not: I say little; but when
time shall serve, there shall be smiles; but that
shall be as it may. I dare not fight; but I will
wink and hold out mine iron: it is a simple one; but
what though? it will toast cheese, and it will
endure cold as another man's sword will: and
there's an end.

Bardolph. I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends; and
we'll be all three sworn brothers to France: let it
be so, good Corporal Nym.


4

II,1,525

Nym. Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the
certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I
will do as I may: that is my rest, that is the
rendezvous of it.

Bardolph. It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nell
Quickly: and certainly she did you wrong; for you
were troth-plight to her.


5

II,1,535

(stage directions). [Enter PISTOL and Hostess]

Bardolph. Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife: good
corporal, be patient here. How now, mine host Pistol!


6

II,1,546

Hostess Quickly. No, by my troth, not long; for we cannot lodge and
board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen that live
honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will
be thought we keep a bawdy house straight.
[NYM and PISTOL draw]
O well a day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! we
shall see wilful adultery and murder committed.

Bardolph. Good lieutenant! good corporal! offer nothing here.


7

II,1,568

Pistol. O braggart vile and damned furious wight!
The grave doth gape, and doting death is near;
Therefore exhale.

Bardolph. Hear me, hear me what I say: he that strikes the
first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier.


8

II,1,590

Boy. Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master, and
you, hostess: he is very sick, and would to bed.
Good Bardolph, put thy face between his sheets, and
do the office of a warming-pan. Faith, he's very ill.

Bardolph. Away, you rogue!


9

II,1,595

(stage directions). [Exeunt Hostess and Boy]

Bardolph. Come, shall I make you two friends? We must to
France together: why the devil should we keep
knives to cut one another's throats?


10

II,1,604

(stage directions). [They draw]

Bardolph. By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll
kill him; by this sword, I will.


11

II,1,607

Pistol. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course.

Bardolph. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends:
an thou wilt not, why, then, be enemies with me too.
Prithee, put up.


12

II,3,838

Pistol. No; for my manly heart doth yearn.
Bardolph, be blithe: Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins:
Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead,
And we must yearn therefore.

Bardolph. Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in
heaven or in hell!


13

II,3,861

Hostess Quickly. Ay, that a' did.

Bardolph. And of women.


14

II,3,873

Boy. Do you not remember, a' saw a flea stick upon
Bardolph's nose, and a' said it was a black soul
burning in hell-fire?

Bardolph. Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire:
that's all the riches I got in his service.


15

II,3,889

Pistol. Touch her soft mouth, and march.

Bardolph. Farewell, hostess.


16

III,2,1128

(stage directions). [Enter NYM, BARDOLPH, PISTOL, and Boy]

Bardolph. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach!


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